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"𝔻𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕊𝕦𝕙𝕠-𝕤𝕤𝕚, 𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦"

~ ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕜 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕖𝕠𝕝

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The streetlights glow softly in the dark, illuminating the bridge in the distance. A breeze passes by and Junmyeon pulls his jacket closer to his chest. He felt like he was like in some kind of cheesy romance movie- His face flushed at the thought of it. 

Then he's able to make out a figure standing in the middle of the bridge, back facing him and taller than Junmyeon. It had to be Chanyeol- Junmyeon is hoping that it is. He quietly walks towards the figure while having a small pocket knife ready, since he wasn't willing to take any chances.

 "Chanyeol-ssi?" He says the other's name softly as he comes closer, the figure moving at the name. "Suho-ssi?" Jumyeon lets out a relieved sigh and tucks his weapon into his pocket, seeing the taller's familiar grin. 

"Fancy meeting you here," he jokes with a light chuckle as they come face to face with each other. Junmyeon was aware that Chanyeol was taller than him- but he was really aware of the height difference right now. 

"What are you doing here? It's pretty late," the taller questions and Junmyeon shoots back a 'I could ask you the same thing' response. They both are silent until they burst into laughter. 

"Okay, okay. I thought I would clear my head a bit so I came out for a walk," Junmyeon says smoothly then grins at the other, "now your turn." Chanyeol bits his lip, looking like he was debating whether or not to tell Junmyeon his reason for being here. 

Junmyeon notices Chanyeol's hesitation and thought maybe it was something more personal than what Baekhyun said it was. "It's okay Chanyeol-ssi, you don't have to answer-" "I want to." Chanyeol motions for Junmeyon to follow him to a bench, before they both sit down silently.

The taller takes a deep breath and Junmyeon's hand goes to hold Chanyeol's. Chanyeol looks at him as he feels his face slowly turn red, but the dim lights and the dark probably hid it anyways. "I'm ready when you're ready," Junmyeon whispers when giving the other's hand a gentle squeeze. 

"This bridge..." Chanyeol starts, "... is where my parents committed suicide." The shorter is silent and in shock. "Chanyeol, I'm-" "It's fine. I'm over it- I can't keep mourning forever." Chanyeol smiles, but Junmyeon can see the pain behind it. 

"I always come here at night as a way of still being close to them..." the taller says with a sigh. Junmyeon wants to be able to relate and sympathize with the other- but his parents were still alive... or at least he thinks they are. He hugs Chanyeol without thinking, burying his face into the other's chest. 

The other is slightly taken aback, but wraps his arms around Junmyeon's small frame and hold his tightly. "That's horrible... I'm sorry you had to go through that," Junmyeon whispers and looks up at him. A sigh escapes Chanyeol's lips, but he smiles at Junmyeon while ruffling his hair.

 "Thank you Junmyeon... you're the only person I've told this to in a while," the taller admits, "but it's because I trust you." Trust... Junmyeon's stomach tightens at the word. "Chanyeol-ssi..." "Look out!" Chanyeol pulls Junmyeon to the ground as a bullet hits the spot the other was sitting in. 

Their breaths are ragged at Chanyeol looks down at Junmyeon, making sure that he was okay. They faces were only a few inches apart, but the moment was interrupted by another bullet. 

"Come on, someone's clearly trying to target you," he says before getting up and pulling Junmyeon up, and running off the bridge.

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Junmyeon's heart hammered against his chest as they both leaned against the front door of Chanyeol's home. His body was pressed up against Chanyeol, who had hurriedly pulled him close in case the shooter were to strike. 

"Are you okay?" The taller pants out as Junmyeon tries to regain his normal breathing again. "I-I'm okay. At little taken aback though," he says and Chanyeol turns him around before holding him close. 

"Don't worry Suho-ssi, I won't let anything happen to you." Junmyeon feels safer from Chanyeol's embrace and his words, nuzzling closer I to the other's body. "Do you always treat your assistants like this?" he asks the other teasingly, bringing back memories from the interview. 

Chanyeol smirks and lifts Junmyeon's chin up so he can see his eyes, "I think we both know that you're more to me than just my assistant." A pair of warm lips meet his own before he can say anything, his hands clutching the fabric of the taller's shirt.

 Junmyeon wanted to be happy. Happy that Chanyeol was finally kissing him... but all he could feel was pain. Pain from the realization that soon those warm lips- would go cold. 

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